A Day in the Life of Niral
This is a fictional piece on a young boy who had
great aspirations in life but then it all came to a halt that day when
something dreadful happened to his father….
It was 4 am in the morning. A Sunday morning to be
more precise. My alarm started ringing so loud to my favourite tune “Walk Of Life” but the rain was pouring so
hard, it was still quite dark when I looked outside and all I wanted to do was sleep for a few more
minutes. I managed to doze off for a while and then
got up all startled with the loud bang of my window due to a huge thunderstorm.
“Oh jeez, another day!” I thought to myself.
I wished I could sleep a little longer but then
it dawned on me that the whole world was counting on me for their daily
consumption of milk and so I put on some clothes and freshened up.
Six years ago, I was going to the neighbouring government
school, acquiring knowledge and at the same time having my bit of fun. I had
this great ambition to become a cardiologist and really save the world ever
since the day I was born but it all ended on that very fateful day, my father
was diagnosed with brain cancer. I had
to start supporting my family as his expenses kept increasing with every
passing day.
So without a second thought, I grabbed all the milk
packets, put them into a big bag and went from house to house on my little blue
cycle gifted by my dear old aunt. This chore of mine would take around four
hours after which I come back home, lie down on my bed for exactly 10 minutes
and head back onto the road again.
This is a different kind of job which pays me a
little more than the one I do in the morning and I also seem to enjoy it a
little more. I am employed as the butcher of Imbiss, a local restaurant which
is not too far away from where I stay.
They look after me very well and in return I get
free food for my entire family. I work there till around ten in the night or
some days when there isn’t much work, my boss lets me off early. On days like
these, I have a cup of tea with my good friend or we go to the park for a smoke
and talk for hours. On other regular days, I am so tired by the time I get back
home that I just hit the sack. But I also make sure I spend a lot of time with
my family.
Everyday is the same for me. I don’t have much
colour in my life but that doesn’t bother me at all. I have accepted everything
that has happened and I know I will have better days ahead of me.
